Feel
I can feel you.
The warmth of your hands,
the coziness of your body,
the softness of your lips.
The love in your hugs,
the passion wrapping your words,
the delight in your smiles,
the joy in your laughter.
The wind whispers your voice,
the sun sends me your warmth.
I smile as I cry,
seeing your name carved in a grave.
-Pam
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoetryA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
